Siheyuan: Living in the People's Community, with a Heart for the Red Star Chapter 283 Return to the Temple

While maintaining the creation of the cloud, Lao Yang immersed part of his consciousness into the space and began to explore whether there was a way to solve the trajectory of action. Unfortunately, no matter how Lao Yang experimented, he could not merge his body and space together for teleportation. It seemed that Lao Yang did not have the ability to teleport, so he had to give up his dream of teleportation.

Next, thinking about how to avoid satellite photography, Lao Yang thought of his absorption ability. The principle of satellite photography is the same as that of a camera, which is to obtain images through the reflection of visible light. If you can absorb all the surrounding light, does it mean that you have completed the invisible action?

Lao Yang quickly recorded this idea and saved it in the important data area of ​​the space. He would test it after returning to the palace. If the video recorder could not capture Lao Yang, the satellite's shooting function would not be able to capture Lao Yang. After all, all current equipment needs to be sensitive to light, and if there is no light, no image can be taken!

When Lao Yang's consciousness came out of the space, he felt something was wrong. When he sat up, he found that the clouds under him had turned black, and lightning and thunder could be heard from time to time.

Lao Yang controlled the aircraft to fly downwards, and soon he saw through the clouds that it had begun to rain. Could it be that he had completed a cloud-making rain without realizing it? Controlling the aircraft upwards to break away from the clouds, overlooking the large clouds that he had created that were tens of kilometers in size, he could not help but sigh in his heart, how easy it was to make clouds and rain!

It seemed that he could not stay in the clouds any longer. The leisurely journey came to an end. Lao Yang instantly changed into the Feilong and disappeared in the blink of an eye. He appeared above the North Pole a few minutes later.

Looking at the dark night of the Arctic, Lao Yang took a lot of effort to find the mountain he left at that time. He broke through the ice and found the buried cave entrance directly. He followed the stone cave to the top of the blocked entrance and listened carefully but heard no human voice. Lao Yang put his hands on the sealing stone and put it into the space. He carefully looked out to check. After finding no one, he fell into the passage and took out the sealing stone and put it back into the cave entrance.

Old Yang no longer took the flashlight, and ran forward quickly along the route he remembered, and soon arrived at the entrance of the hall. Standing at the entrance of the hall and looking inside carefully, he found that the furnishings in the hall had basically not changed from the beginning, and there was no sound coming out.

"Ok?"

Old Yang was very puzzled. After so much time, no one noticed anything unusual? Or was there a trap set inside waiting for someone to step on it?

Lao Yang didn’t know what would happen once he stepped into the hall. After all, the temple was too magical and might have detection devices. Once Lao Yang entered the hall, the alarm might be triggered.

Lao Yang was in a dilemma, not knowing whether he should enter the hall. In the end, Lao Yang did not dare to take the risk, so he directly took out the recliner in the space, placed it in a position that blocked the view, and lay down in it, taking out the wine and food while eating and drinking. He planned to observe for a while to see if there was anything to discover. If no one showed up after two days, Lao Yang would take the risk and go in to try.

What Lao Yang took out was a jar of Wuliangye liquor that had been stored for ten years, weighing five kilograms. Lao Yang had secretly sneaked into the wine cellar of the brewery and "bought" it. At that time, Lao Yang was not polite at all and took all the liquor in the cellar away with him. However, Lao Yang kindly threw in foreign exchange worth twice the price of the liquor. As for what the result was later, Lao Yang didn't care, because he had paid for it anyway!

As soon as the seal was opened, a strong aroma of wine wafted out, and Lao Yang felt that it was much stronger than the collection of Wuliangye that he had drunk once in his previous life. Lao Yang picked up the jar of wine and poured it into the bowl, then took a sip.

The fragrant, spicy and soft feeling goes straight down the throat, hot and refreshing! I reached out and grabbed the roasted lamb leg beside me and took a bite. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, very delicious. I pinched a handful of spices and sprinkled them on the lamb leg, sprinkling them while eating.

Just as Lao Yang was eating enthusiastically, a slight noise came from the hall. Lao Yang carefully looked out and found a wretched old man in a yellow robe sniffing his nose as he walked out.

Old Yang thought to himself that something was wrong. The aroma of wine floated out and must have been caught by the old man, so he came out to look for the aroma of wine!

The white-haired old man with a red nose walked out of the hall step by step, sniffing here and there, muttering to himself in confusion.

"Who made such a strong smell of wine? How come I have never tasted it before, nor have I smelled it? Could it be that someone brought back this fine wine from outside? It smells like the liquor brewed by the Chinese Xia people. You have this fine wine but you don't know how to honor me, an old man. I will catch you and teach you a lesson!"

This old man is really good at what he does. Following the smell of alcohol, he finally locked his eyes on the door of the hall. After hesitating for a while, he took out a white sign from his arms and tied it around his waist, then rushed to the door of the hall quickly, wanting to catch the guy who ate alone red-handed!

When the old man rushed out of the temple gate, a powerful hand stretched out from the corner behind the door, grabbed the old man's neck, and lifted him up like a chicken. The old man was quite capable. Under such unfavorable conditions, he actually threw three punches and two kicks, but unfortunately only two kicks hit Old Yang.

The old man's confident expression gradually turned solemn. His two feet did not cause any trouble to the opponent, and he did not escape from the opponent's hand. The force transmitted from his feet showed that the opponent was strong and hard as a rock. He must be a master of horizontal training. There were no more than five people in the whole temple who could give him this feeling. These five people were either in seclusion or on missions. It was impossible for anyone to be lazy and drink here! It seemed that this time it was an invasion by foreign enemies, and he was in great danger!

After Lao Yang caught the old man, he saw that he was very agile and strong. But after three punches and two kicks, he gave up struggling and let Lao Yang take control. Lao Yang didn't understand what was going on, and was always on guard against the old man playing tricks, so he carried the old man towards his recliner.

After being controlled by Lao Yang, the white-bearded old man was dragged closer to the wine table. His sensitive nose kept moving, inhaling the smell of wine in the air. He glanced at the wine jar and a greasy, browned roasted leg on the table. Although he didn't know what animal's thigh it was, it smelled very fragrant and felt hot and full of grease. The old man swallowed subconsciously and finally fixed his eyes on the wine jar.

Coming to the wooden table, Lao Yang took out a pair of handcuffs and leg irons made of meteorite iron from the space and put them on the old man, then he let go of the old man's neck. The old man immediately collapsed on the ground and began to slowly regain control of his body.

Old Yang sat back on the recliner, picked up the half bowl of wine he had drunk before, blew it in the direction of the old man before taking a sip. He took out a sharp knife and cut two slices of meat from the lamb leg, then put them into his mouth and tasted them carefully. He kept his eyes on the old man. If the old man ran away, Old Yang would stick the knife in his hand into his leg.

The old man's eyes never left Lao Yang. Seeing that Lao Yang didn't seem to care about him at all and started drinking by himself again, a trace of desire flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He sniffed twice unnaturally, and the strong smell of wine almost made the old man unable to control himself and begged Lao Yang. The old man simply lay on the ground, relaxed his body, and recovered his numb nerves as soon as possible.

But as the sound of Lao Yang pouring wine and drinking came, the old man finally couldn't help but climbed up and came to the table. He looked at Lao Yang very flatteringly and begged:

"My dear warrior, can you let me have a taste of this fine wine? It is fate that you came here and met me! As long as you let me have a taste of this fine wine, I will teach you a set of top boxing techniques in the temple. How about that?"

After the old man finished speaking, he thought he had gained the other party's agreement, so he reached out to grab Lao Yang's wine bowl, ready to take a sip to satisfy his craving.

A willow branch suddenly appeared and hit the old man's hand. Although the old man was in good physical condition, it was still painful to be hit by the willow branch. He quickly withdrew his hand and looked at Lao Yang angrily, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness. His eyes returned to the wine bowl that was close at hand. He almost touched the wine he had been thinking about, but was interrupted by the hateful guy!

The old man turned his gaze to Lao Yang again, and said angrily: "My warrior, if one bowl of wine is not enough, half a bowl of wine will do! I can give you another set of advanced leg techniques. Is that okay this time?"

The old man's gaze turned to the wine bowl on the table again. This time he did not rush to take it, but waited for Lao Yang's decision.

Old Yang reached for the wine bowl, picked it up under the old man's anxious gaze, and drank it all in one gulp. He casually put the wine bowl back on the table, and then said with satisfaction:

"Old man, who are you? Why are you guarding here? Is there any treasure in this cemetery? Tell me what's going on? Maybe I'll reward you with a bowl of wine and a piece of meat!"

When the old man heard that there was wine and meat, and that the temple was slandered as a cemetery, he immediately explained:

"This warrior dare not say that. This is not a cemetery, this is the temple of the Holy See! Five gods are enshrined in it. Each god has supreme magic power, guarding the safety of the earth and the continuation of mankind! I am the Yellow Cardinal Femalanchi Kotor in the temple, and I have a very high status in the temple. As long as you give me this jar of fine wine, I will give you endless benefits, and even accept you as a disciple and teach you the supreme skills!"

The old man started boasting, completely forgetting the embarrassment he had felt when he was bullied by Old Yang before, and he was willing to give it all for the sake of the wine!

"You think you're a master! And you want to teach me martial arts? With your mediocre kung fu, you were caught by me in one round. How dare you teach me kung fu? You're also promoting gods. If gods exist, then you can have everything you want. Who would want to work hard? Stop bragging here. You look like an old man who has been brainwashed by religion. Although you have some skills, they are just so-so. You want to cheat me of my wine? You're dreaming! Just squat aside. When I'm full, I'll go into this cemetery, find all the treasures and take them away. Sell them to rich people and live a carefree life in the big city. It's much better than suffering and practicing kung fu!"

A voice full of disdain came, hitting Femalanchi's heart before he realized that he was controlled by the opponent and had no ability to resist. It seems that temptation by martial arts is no longer effective.

"How can a young man disrespect the gods? On behalf of the gods, I forgive you for your ignorance! This is indeed not a cemetery, but a temple! There are all kinds of fantastic treasures in the temple. Since you want wealth, I can give you a lot of gold, silver and jewelry. In this way, you can let me taste the wine, right?"

After saying this, Femalache looked at Lao Yang with great pride, waiting for Lao Yang to agree to his request out of greed for money.

Old Yang's expression did not change, but he looked Femalanchi up and down. He commented very seriously:

"I didn't expect that you, an old man, are quite rich! According to the rules of the game, you are my captive, and everything you have will belong to me! So what's yours is mine, and your things cannot be traded. If you want to drink good wine, that's fine too. Just tell me if there are any traps in this cemetery and how to get in, and I'll let you drink good wine and eat barbecue. This deal is very cost-effective, don't you have any objection?"

Hearing Lao Yang's words, Femalanchi opened his mouth in shock. Looking at the serious Lao Yang, he could never imagine that he was actually a complete devil. His wealth could not be used to redeem himself and trade. It was really a robber's theory!

Facing Femalachi who was unable to react, Lao Yang did not give him more time to think. He stepped forward and kicked Femalachi to the ground, saying sternly: "What are you waiting for? Take me to find your treasure now! Everything you have is my trophy, don't try to get away with it by being sneaky. If you make me unhappy, I will bury you in your temple and enjoy your old age!"

Femalanchi, who was sitting on the ground, reacted and protested immediately.

"Shameless, you are really shameless! How can there be such a rule? You are a robber! Just kill me! I will not betray the gods, and you will not get any treasures in the temple! There are thousands of people like me in the temple. Once you are discovered, you will be torn into pieces and stay in the temple with me! It's a pity that you didn't drink the good wine..."

The first part is passionate, and the last sentence reveals the regret in the heart.

Old Yang took a step back, grabbed the jar of wine on the table, poured out half a bowl of Wuliangye, and placed it in front of Femalanchi.

"Don't accuse me of being unrighteous. Since you are going to die, I will give you a bowl of wine today so that you can forget the regrets in your heart and go on your journey happily! Anyway, even if you die, the things will not go away. They are all mine. It's nothing more than spending some time to crack the mechanism in the tomb!"

At this time, Femalanchi had completely ignored what Lao Yang said. He had already bent down, holding the wine bowl in front of him with both hands. His red nose gently sniffed, taking in all the alcohol odor, with an intoxicated expression. Then he gently tilted the wine bowl and took a sip of the few bottles of liquor, savoring it carefully...

After all, there was too little wine, and it only took a short time to finish the wine. Femalanchi was reluctant to put the bowl down, and only after he had inhaled all the wine in the bowl into his nose did he look at the wine jar on the table with an unsatisfied look.

"I have no hobbies in my life except wine! I have tasted all kinds of wine in the temple. It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to travel outside. I have always longed for the fine wine outside. None of the bishops and knights who traveled outside knew how to appreciate it. They either returned empty-handed or brought back some useless paper to draw on! Today I finally tasted the fine wine outside the temple. I have nothing to love anymore. I will die without regrets! Go ahead, I'm ready!"

Femalanchi looked as if he was ready to die bravely!